If I come tumbling down,
then I'll be riding on a plane
Taking up to my space
-age baby chain
We'll tell all the people who
like to play the game
Reach for the sky,
before you all end up in sand
Recession, they saw it here,
and I want you to meet my friend
He's an intergalactic star
And delivers wherever, when
He's got hardware and software
Spread across the lands
During time on
E .C.
Street
With the future in his hands
I'm glad you're comin' round
Tech runner, comin' down
Stairs from trouble
Wanna know what's the
flavor of today
You're the hammer, I'm the guide,
stake and runner,
Error code, your manner,
So I can read you on my display.
You can't see the end,
Because you're falling far behind.
Shining on rainy days,
What's going on inside your mind?
You bring space and memories,
Of the mysterious kind.
The world is upside down
And the stage is set on rewind
I'm glad you comin' around,
tape runner
Comin' down the stair
s from trouble
Wanna know what's the
flavor of today
You're a hammer of the gods,
tape runner
Every code, put down your number
So I can read it on my display
Hard times ain't trouble to me
Well I'm making all the hard
times seem so naturally
Cause I've got my close friend
to deliver wherever when
Hard times ain't trouble you see
I just float with the tide
And I keep myself free
I'm glad you come around
Take a runner,
coming down the stairs from trouble
Wanna know what's the
flavor of today
You're a hammer of the gods
Take a runner,
and it goes down your number
So I can read the mighty spray
Take a runner,
the stairs from trouble
What's the flavor of today?
Yeah, the heifer on the prowl
Take whatever, whatever
Put down your number
So I can read you on my display